The Excitement

Up to my ears in packing paper and tape and cardboard boxes.  Up to my eyeballs in wedding details.  Butterflies everywhere.  Our day is almost here.

Stowed Away

I have two boxes of purses.  Totes of clothes.  And a million boxes of teacups.  Can my stuffed animals breathe when taped inside a box?  I'm assuming not.

Karl patiently tries to tell me that I am getting all my stuff back.  I am not packing these things to give them away; they will be going with us.  But I can't help but have this small, nagging feeling that I am packing away this life.  Twenty three years of me.  It is one part thrilling.  Another part terrifying.

Hard to believe that this little adventure will begin soon.

The Best Parts of Summer

Dippin' Dots, swimming, salad, cold fruit, laughing children, skirts, and flip flops.  These are some of the things I love about summer.  And while my tan lines are a mess, I do not miss layering and heavy boots.  I am happy to slip on flip flops and what feels like the bare minimum of clothing needed to head out into the muggy night.

Jitters

In 24 days, I am getting married.  Crazily enough, I don't have wedding jitters yet.  I have moving ones.

Will I ever get everything packed? When are we moving? How will we get there? What am I putting everything in? What doesn't belong to me and needs to stay here?

I am waiting for the nerves to start.  I am waiting to be thinking about my wedding day in great detail and with great stress. Instead, I stare at my closet and the bookshelves, waiting for my valuables to pack themselves.